Artorias The Abysswalker Novels & Stories

Lyra gripped her bloodied dagger, her silver hair matted with sweat, while Torin growled, his scarred body swaying, claws scraping the stone. Drenvar, Aria’s father, stood before the rift, his crimson eyes blazing, his fur rippling like liquid night. The Daughter of the Iceborn flanked him, a new shard in her hand, its black glow pulsing with the Abyss’s hunger. Drenvar’s words echoed: You woke the Abyss’s true heart to me.“Stay back!” Aria shouted, her silver claws flaring, the Goddess’s power burning in her veins. Her bond with Kael pulsed, weak but alive, urging her to fight.

Fangs bared, he steps between Astaroth and me, a low, menacing growl curling through the air. Astaroth takes a step back. “I…” His expression twists, and for the first time, there’s something like fear in his eyes. He swallows hard, gritting his teeth. “Apologies,” he offers meekly, looking like the words may make him throw up. I stare at him, deep in thought, and slowly it all seems to come together in my mind. I was pregnant with Scarlett when I nearly died from wielding Veilbreaker. The artefact that undoes magic.

I have to be strong and end this make-believe fantasy world tonight! Without saying a word, Gabriel walked towards me and carried me bridal style to the couch. He sat down and placed me on his lap and turned me to face him. “Miss Bellatrix Willow, do you believe in love at first sight?” I answered, “No!” “Well, neither did I. To be quite honest, after my last relationship, I promised myself never to allow myself to feel anything again. I trained my heart to turn stone cold. I had random women warming my bed over the years, but I felt nothing! On that day, when I saw your picture in Ari’s room, I felt a warm sensation in my heart.I am not going to lie, as fearless as I am, that feeling scared

I nodded, I always wondered what those large serpent-like nightmare origins that sometimes pop out of the miasma, it seems that that nightmare origin was from the deep abyss and was trying its luck to hunt down a fresh stranded. "What about those stranded that they are discarding?" "Those are husks. They are what remains on a stranded with all its being, its existence, devoured by a nightmare origin. After arriving on the abyss floor, most of them would disintegrate, while a few would be imbued by the corrupting miasma, like an artifact that was given a soul resulting in a naturally occurring nightmare origin. They are the most troublesome to encounter in the abyss since they are near indest

"Do you have any idea what you're holding? Kayla stared at the artifact, its intricate designs now glowing brighter, pulsing as if alive. Her breath hitched. "What...what is this thing?" "Put it down!" he barked, his tone sharp, almost desperate. But the artifact didn't budge. It clung to her hand like it was part of her, its hum growing louder. "I can't!" Kayla cried. "It won't let go!" The devil took a cautious step back, his anger replaced by something that almost looked like fear. He glared at her, his fiery eyes boring into hers. "So it's true. You are a descendant of Arithymus."

Jenkins netted probing tendrils silent and swift, Sofia's binds weaving tight: “Clean sweep—flanks hold iron; void pulses intimate, targeting glow.” Mara distributed potions vigilant: “Resist the deep lures—links active constant; Damian watches close, legacy bolsters.” The abyss-heart loomed colossal cavern, artifacts crowning a void-throne: ancient shards pulsing the Hunger-core fierce, guardian-entities colossal and grotesque, chitin-plated maws multi-fanged and salivating, void-pupiled eyes fixating personal with booming intimate whispers: *Heirs sweet... bleed your essence, crown unbound awaits. Adapt to us, or perish in ecstasy's devour.*

Derora pushed them away and focused on the essence of the veratus, in their numbers they arrived, Soon she had almost a whole legion of veratus, derora had just taken a great risk, she had attempted to cheat the abyss, with darathos absorbing its energy and she returning it back in her benefit, derora had wasted wasted none of her own energy. Centuries spent in the abyss had taught her the inner workings of the dimension, and just enough knowledge to twist its rules to her bidding, just enough not to cause irreversible damage

The crystal glows, starlight surging, binding the twin’s essence, but its hymn roars, tightening the tether, Zynara’s devourer advancing, the keeper-king rallying, the abyss pulsing with a new rift. The vault trembles, its glyphs fading, the nexus glowing faintly. Elara’s essence pulses, her whisper soft, Child, my heart fights. The group stands, their auras dim but resolute—Cassia’s fire, Renn’s loyalty, Maddox’s hope, Sylvara’s resolve, Lysara’s redemption, Zorath’s spark, Valthor’s unity, Lirien’s defiance, Theryn’s grief, Kael’s void—a fractured flame. The abyss pulses, a new rift forming—The twin rises. With Elara’s twin tethered to my soul and Zynara’s devourer unbound, I face a battle

“I’m here to get the orb to defend the North from the demons and restore the power of the blue crystal in Ice Crown Glacier.” “Very well.” Arth suddenly woke up. He was startled after seeing his own body standing for hours in the circle of the three obelisks. He suddenly felt something in his right hand. He looked at it and realized that he was holding the frost orb. It was glowing with radiant blue light. Arth smiled gratefully. I can feel it… the power… “Your body will now absorb the orb. Slowly… grasp it and hold it harder.” The statue spoke out at the temple.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.